Comments on: Waits For No One

By: brett

brett — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 05:13:09 +0000

This is a beautiful post Caleb. It has put me in a reflective mood… In a good way :)Thanks for sharing.

Cheers

By: Lindsey

Lindsey — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 22:15:52 +0000

Thank you, Josiah. I can’t trump that comment.
Ain’t no way I can beat smashing tuna.

In March 1988 I was 10 months old. HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL?

By: Mom

Mom — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 18:53:04 +0000

Yes, the firetruck Bed. Granddaddy made that, you know.

I remember one night during a thunderstorm, your Dad and I were jolted out of our sleep by what sounded like the crash of a Boeing 747. We dashed into your room and noticed that where there used to be a large window, there was a gaping hole -with fierce wind and cold rain blowing in diagonally – the entire length of the room. There in the middle of the floor was the window, frame and all, blown clean out of the wall….as you slept peacefully, three feet away, in your Firetruck Bed.

By: Josiah

Josiah — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 18:18:00 +0000

I remember smashing up a tuna sandwich and throwing it at the wall from my high chair. I remember teaching my cat how to fly. I remember running through the halls of CPC with you, our massive heads causing us to be at a full run at all times (they cause a weird lean).

I also remember a car wash at LCC and our conversations of Starfox 6. I remember bike rides, building climbs and sewer adventures. I remember playing Corsari in Starbucks. I remember laughing my crack off during any given day during a conversation we have in passing.

The days remain sweet.

I still throw my tuna.